Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something”

gine sound and the pillow placed at appropriate height.
Na-Yool hated hard ones, but her drunkenness softened everything.
She was just about to fall asleep.

“…Is it for that person’s sake that you didn’t properly tell him who I am?”

Suddenly a low, soft voice flowed into Na-Yool’s ear.
For a moment she didn’t understand and closed her eyes with a frown, before asking:

“Mr.
President, who are you…?”

It was a strange question, requesting a confirmation of identity at its end while stating it clearly at its beginning.
Of course, Na-Yool had her own logical reason for it.
She was asking who more could he possibly be but ‘Mr.
President’.
However, they were not hinting at the same thing so nothing could be done about it.

Quite out of character, Si-Jin was until now rather tenderly looking down at her, even lending her his lap as a pillow.
But suddenly his expression turned sour, as if looking at the most pathetic human being ever.

“Right?” Na-Yool repeated.
Although Si-Jin did not say anything, Na-Yool felt his facial expression to her core, so much so that she almost physically heard it.

Seemingly annoyed by the obvious fact that she did not even call him “President” in front of Sang-Hoon, Si-Jin spat out:

“I wondered if it was for the sake of that bastard’s pride.”

“…?”

“I wondered if it was important to the stupidly kind Kim Na-Yool too.”

“What are you mumbling about by yourself…?”

“So important that you would want to protect his petty pride even if it meant ending it so unsightly like this.”

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At his words she again did not understand, Na-Yool turned her head and slitted her eyes to look up at Si-Jin’s face.
For a moment, the dim light of the streetlamps passing through the car window repeatedly shone on and off his sculptural face looking out.

Just as Na-Yool was appreciating the sight and blissfully thought it would be nice if he talked no more, Si-Jin looked down.

“Do you have lingering feelings?”

“…Who, me?”

Since it was obvious he was speaking of her, Si-Jin just made a face and did not elaborate.
Na-Yool opened her slitted eyes wider with a stunned expression.

“Lingering feelings? Towards Lee Sang-Hoon?”

“Do you?”

“Am I crazy?”

“Even a bit.”

“Unless I lost my mind, I would not…”

“Surprisingly, did you not spend 2/3 of a year with that bastard?”

So to say, it was possible enough that she was crazy.
Na-Yool felt wronged and protested, “2/3 of 365 days aren’t 200 days…! It’s a long way off…!”

To think that is all she could spurt out as a comeback! Flustered, she felt like slapping her mouth and telling herself to pull herself together.

Si-Jin chuckled.
From a biased viewpoint, his sneer made it look like he was scorning her, or that he was getting irritated by himself.

“You really are something else.” The tone was soft, but clearly sarcastic.

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Still feeling like the victim of an injustice, Na-Yool muttered in grief, “Why would I have any?! How could I still have feelings for Sang-Hoon?!”

“If you don’t, then I can’t explain your attitude.”

“Can’t explain, what is it that you can’t explain—”

“You should have trampled on the root so that it doesn’t grow back.
Plus, I was by your side to help.”

“Please recall who butted in.
Please think back about who interrupted me every time I tried speaking.”

“Someone with great looks, not to mention his wealth.”

“……”

“With unrivaled abilities.”

“Could it be… that you are talking about yourself, Mr.
President?”

“I know it really is nothing but incredible luck to you, but now your standard is me.”

“……”

“At least temporarily, as if a fleeting moment in your insignificant life…” Though unsaid, Na-Yool distinctly heard Si-Jin’s random arrogant premise and got struck speechless by his brimming audacity.

“So don’t you dare put that Lee Sang-Hoon and me on the same level”, is that it?

“So that bastard is below your standard.
Got it?”

Si-Jin’s conclusion was a little different from Na-Yool’s expectations.
Although it was, of course, a conclusion she could approve of.
But just because she was briefly pleased with it, she was not to let herself get persuaded by that smooth talker, well-versed in providing sound arguments each time he opened his mouth.

Na-Yool smacked her lips and pried at him.
As soon as she stared, she was once again at a loss for words.